December 9, 2005
I put up a few pictures of the family at Flickr, including, by popular demand, pictures of the infamous grandfather.
I have been wanting to write about Thanksgiving, but really don’t have all that much to say. We went to Rob’s sister’s house. I love my sister-in-law and her husband, but they can bicker like no other people I have ever come across in my life. The insults they hurl at each other under the thin veil of humor gives me knots in my stomach. It makes everyone uncomfortable, but they all laugh anyway.
This time they were worse than usual and I said something about how stressful it was listening to all their fighting. Of course I said it like I was joking, because that is just what we do. They were both aghast and insisted they weren’t fighting. One of my kids piped up saying, “you’re being mean to each other and yelling. That’s called fighting.”
My sister-in-law also opened the world of Barbies up to my daughter. And everyday since Thanksgiving I have been picking Barbie accessories up off of my floor, silently cursing her, and wondering if I throw away a few things a day how many days it will be before my daughter notices… or I do.
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